They Treated Me Like I Didn’t Belong Until the Seal on the Car Door Changed Everything

how long it had taken to get where I was.

“Fourteen years,” I said. “Of work that Dad described as nonprofit when he mentioned it at all.”

“He called me last week,” Tyler said. “Three times.”

“I know. He called me twice.”

“Are you going to talk to him?”

“Eventually,” I said. “When he’s ready to hear something other than the version of me he invented.”

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